A New Tradition [Fiction] [M/F]

—This is just an erotic story I wrote in the spur of the moment! Enjoy!—

We’re sitting on her couch watching Netflix, three episodes deep on the latest season of Orange is the New Black. This has been our annual tradition since college: the new season drops, we binge watch the first 6 or so episodes together over some Coronas and snacks with the occasional breaks to talk about life, work, family, dating, etc. It’s always a great time.

However, this time is a little different. As we sit on opposite ends of the couch, there’s an uncomfortably awkward vibe lingering overhead; today is the first time we’ve hung out since I drunkenly sent a snap of my nine inch dick to her when I was actually trying to send it to my fuck buddy, Katia. Turns out, 6 shots of tequila is more than enough, amiright? She called me out on it, I apologized excessively, or not enough. Can’t tell. We haven’t spoken about it since. She texted me yesterday, me extending the invite and making it clear she still wants to spend time together. After all, it’d feel wrong watching Piper navigate life in prison separately.

The third episode ends and the end credits roll. She excuses herself.

“Gonna pee, want another beer when I get back?”

“Sure that’s cool with me. Hurry back though!”

She hops off the couch, scampering to the bathroom. I innocently watch as her cute little butt jiggles in her yoga pants with every step. I always found her to be very attractive, maybe masturbated to her Facebook profile pictures once or twice. But when she dresses up as a slutty vampire for Halloween, could you blame me? Fishnets + fangs + fake blood + C cup tits in a push-up bra = A wooden stake in my pants. But I’ve honestly never thought about the prospect of us fucking, let alone kissing. I value our friendship way too much. After all, she was the first person I came out as bi to. Out of the few friendships that lasted after college, this is the one I cherish the most.

After a few minutes, she emerges from the bathroom, putting her wild hair up in a bun. She grabs two bottles from the fridge and comes back to the couch. Through the yoga pants, two things are clear: she’s got camel toe and isn’t wearing any panties. Usually no panties for her means it’s laundry day.

The fourth episode starts up and about ten minutes in, a girl and a guy are making out in the backseat of a car, obviously about to fuck. She turns to me “You ever fuck in a car?”

I choke on my beer, caught off guard. With a nervous chuckle, I answer “Ha, a couple of times. Not my favorite place to do it, but sometimes nature calls… You?”

“Nah. I’ve definitely given road head a couple of times,” she nonchalantly takes a swig from her beer and shifts around on the couch.

The two characters keep fucking, not gonna lie it’s a turn on. My phone vibrates, and right on cue it’s a snap from Katia. My dick wakes up, knowing what to expect. I hold the phone close to my body, and open up to a photo of Katia’s wonderful D-cup tits with a dildo between them with the caption “I need the real thing, cum to me?” She glances at me and the stupid grin I have on my face. She doesn’t say anything. I get up, “Hey, can you pause it real quick, I gotta pee.”

In the bathroom, I snap a pic of my rock hard dick with the caption “Tell me how badly you want this,” ready to send to Katia. But I stop. Right above Katia name is her’s, I think about it for a long while. I think about how hot and bold it would be. How she might come around to the idea. Then, I face the reality. Remembering how upset she was, the begging for her forgiveness, the fear that I ruined a great friendship because I blacked out on Cinco de Mayo. I know better. So I send it to Katia.

I pee, wash my hands and dry them with a towel. Then, something catches my eye; a huge dildo suctioned to the wall of the shower. I laugh softly observing it. It’s at least 8 inches, exaggerated of course, but still big enough. The voyeur in me takes over, grabbing it off the wall. It’s quite sticky. And wet? I smell it to find it’s pretty odorless. I lick my fingers and I know the taste: this is grool, fresh from a juicy pussy. Doing the math in my head, I realize that I now know exactly how her pussy tastes. I look at the dildo and lick it. Soon enough I’m shoving it down my throat, making sure to get all of her cum off the dildo. Harder than ever, I pull out my phone and take a selfie, kissing the dildo. With the caption, “Your pussy tastes delicious” I send it to her. No hesitation. Then, I take another picture of my hard cock with the caption “Tell me how badly you want this,” sending it to her. No regrets.

I exit the bathroom and return to the couch with a raging hard-on. Her phone is charging in the other room. I sit down, this time right next to her, wrapping my arm around shoulders. She accepts, inching closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. The episode resumes.

“I think I’m gonna head out after this one,” I say.

“Oh… You sure?” She responds with a touch of sadness in her voice, clearly wanting me to stay.

“Yeah, Katia just hit me up. Duty calls haha.”

“Ah, that’s cool. I hope you both have fun,” she says trying to hide the jealousy with a playful laugh.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll send you some action shots,” I say suggestively, to which she laughs and blushes. Then returns to resting her head on my shoulder.

“Thanks for coming over, I missed you,” she says affectionately.

“I missed you too, dude.”

We sit there and enjoy the rest of the episode.

*To be continued?*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dspry3/a_new_tradition_fiction_mf